Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past—Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer But waft thy name beyond the sky.
I only know we loved in vain;I only feel — farewell! farewell!
When we two partedTo sever for years.
In secret we metWith silence and tears.
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